Alabama Sky

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Words and Music by Larry Shell
I've seen him plow a field of corn all day.
That's reality.
His overalls are black with dirt, but his face is still full of dignity.
He talks about the waether, and he can tell you when it's gonna rain.
Told me 'bout the flood of twenty-nine that washed the crops away.
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Underneath that Alabama sky, Grandpa told me 'bout the things he'd seen.
Underneath that Alabama sky, I listened to my Grandpa's memories.
At times he mentions Grandma, turn his head and wipe away a tear.
Sometimes we'd take her picture down and sit and pretend that she's still
here.
Three girls and two boys he raised on love and simple honesty.
And when they fin'lly have to carry him away, they'll take a lot of me.
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Cho! (laugh)
Babylon yuh betta turn wi loose
God knows, turn wi loose now
Sing along, a little song
An guh a ting like
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Freedom, for some I am bawling
Babylon yuh pull di chain from mi han
Mi still under yuh Babylon system
God knows, Freedom for some I am bawling
Oh Selassie I, rastafarian calling
Beenie Man a sing a ting
Verse 1:
From the day mi know miself, man a born of mammal
Although yuh smart, dem sen yuh guh a Jamal
Teach yuh how fi spell gun and nuclear weapon
How fi spell politics and greet politician
Nowhere in the Bible where those words come from
Dem restore wi name an class us as African
When con is a short name for condemnation
I nuh know bout di I, I a true Ethiopian
Christopher Columbus, 'bout him discover island
Discover what when him come spot the Indian
An a him tun roun an all enslave black man
Muslini an him friend dem tief the gold and all di diamond
WHo steal wi name, check the queen wheh deh a England
A she build the pope and introduce Vatican
From Constantine, Julius and all Pope John
Now dem reach Paul i wonder if dem want to expand
Queen Elie-zabeth, all she is a next one
Well mi naah guh too stress me just a look a explanation
This is the word from the black man
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Verse 2:
I say man a true needle kill the dragon and eagle
Murda di pope wheh a defender of evil
Long time dem bwoi deh a pressure black people
Have wi like a slave under chain and shackle
Now wi buss out inna muscle
Well a long time mi deh warn dem fi look to the east
Warning to the dragon and the mark of the beast
Mek dem a galong suh like dem caan tun discease
Call on the Selassie wheh a blow all di breeze
Weeping wailing, nashing of teeth
God judgement, is only certain man see it
Pope Constantine inna him grave an all a grief
This is no Pelican brief
My Speech
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Verse 3: People, well unnuh clean out yuh ears an listen to mi lyrics
Yuh nuh hear bout di Lieshah di ball head prophet
Word of Elijah, di man used to spread it
John di most righteous man yet still wasn't a prophet
He could not be God, dem haffi tun him inna baptist
This is the meaning of ma lyrics
in these times Mandela come an try it
Well him never reach far, prison wall di man face it
Malcolm X try an a coppershot end it
All try and dem beat it an kill it
Marcus Garvey try, a fi rice dem sell it
Only we inna di music business can stop it
Follow Beenie Man and all live it
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[Lil' Wayne]
What what what
What what what
What what what
Listen, listen
When.. I come through.. bustin'
Everybody on.. tha block be.. run-nin'
Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I.. be.. thug-gin'
Got.. them.. things.. ten up, keep.. hustlin'
Catch me at tha shop, I will.. be.. there
And my prices stay low, I keep.. it.. there
And if you want it raw, I got.. it.. right.. here
And if you want war, I am.. your.. nigh-tmare
This is all I know, it's bang bang
I hustle and slang slang
My block.. I hang hang
Who am I Lil' Wayne, man
I represent CMB
My cell is ten in heat
I usually get in beef
Was taught that it's him or me
I pop head-bustas quick
I rock here for my brick
I chop that, I'ma ()
My shop here ()
I always.. thug in black
And always.. bustin' gats
Your girly's.. fuckin' back
Now how you... lovin' that
Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X)
Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords
It's warfare, you betta, vest up
But if you ain't scared, they blow, your sets up
[Lil' Wayne]
Listen, listen
I give it to 'em how they ask me
Raw and nasty
Tha AK, I pack it
Believe I'm 'bout that action
Slash a busta like a fraction
I'm on that yolla
Standin' on tha corner with one sleeve over my shoulder
Ride on your block, I see a dozen of weak jerks
Now it's time for your momma ta order a dozen of T-shirts
For only half-a brick
I'll blast tha fifty
And I ain't gon' stop shootin' 'til I jam tha clip
Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what
But it's about ta get ugly
Ya'll betta call people up
I'm about ta start shovin' my sawed-off between your guts
Wayne 'bout ta (cugghh-gghh-gghh) ball people up
Ya'll betta duck
When it get real, they hide from me
But, all them bustas 'bout ta get killed, I'm tired of it
Man, I'm thuggin' 'til tha day I.. I die, cousin
Weezy Wee.. let 'em burn, bring tha fire truck in... (whoooo!)
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Nigga, let it be known
I'll come blow up your home
Take a few blunts to tha dome
And.. show up alone
Just me and my.. flame-torch
Wayne start.. danger
Walked with my head down like a stranger, and banged ya
Burnin' off that Hennesy
Some-a ya'll be feminine
Bounce in with a twitch
Leave 'em crawlin' out a ditch
God damn... son of a shhh!.. Don't speak
I cocked that, and let it go, tssss!.. Give 'em heat
Your cheese, I got.. ta.. get.. paid
I'm goin' all out, no matter what.. it.. takes
I.. was.. raised.. up on.. that.. paper
Kill-for-the-scrill was.. in.. my.. nature
Tote M1's and keep.. tha.. block.. hot
Sell wrong colts to keep.. my.. glock.. hot
Never add taxes to.. my.. price, man
And if a boy play, I ride.. at.. night, man
What!
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[Juvenile}
Uh, uh, uh
Say Lil' Weezy
You did this one here, ya heard me
They ain't gon' never get weared out from this one
It's like they said, boy
In tha year 2000, it's all about Wayne
It's your chrome, man, run that thang
17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown
Do that there
Huh, huh, huh, huh

*Spoken*
They make me sick
I know I feel you, that's why we gotta stick together
Yep Yep Yep *laughs* I know it...
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You make me sick
I want you and I'm hatin it
Got me lit like a candlestick
Get too hot when you touch the tip, I'm feelin it, I gotta getta grip
And it's drivin me crazy baby don't you quit
Can't get enough of it
You got me goin again
Baby, you got me goin again
You make me sick
He was doing 8-0 on the freeway
In the 6 double O, bumpin Isley
He was gettin kinda close, kinda touch-ay
Cuz he had a little too much Hennessey
He told me that he wanna go home, with me up on the hill to my condo
Told me he would keep it all on the low-low
But I told him, boo, I don't really know though
He got closer to me...it started gettin deep
He had me in a zone when he started to show me things
I never saw before
Baby was smooth but I knew it was game
Hell-of-a cool but you men are the same
The way he licked his lips and touched my hips
I knew that he was slick
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In the 6 now, so hot
Gotta pull all the windows down
Eyes lead and I'm thinkin bout the sheets now
Wonderin should I really take it there now
He told me he would make it worth it
Again, how many times have I heard this
Kinda funny, but I wasn't even nervous
Well his slick-ass lines was kinda workin
I felt my knees get weak...his body was callin me
Just couldn't take the heat
Anyway it was 2 or 3, I had to get off the streets
Baby was cool but I knew it was game
Said, he was too schooled to be screamin my name
Even though we made the best of it
I still told him this...
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Repeat Chorus 2x
Can't..no no no
Oh, you make me sick
I want you and I'm hatin it...hatin it...hatin it

You can find the truth in late night television
You just gotta use the eyes that you were given
Yes you can
It can help you find the things that you were missing
Things like Star Trek, Ab-flex and God who sends this message
Straight to you
From the heart
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Yeah Jesus loves an asshole
I know Kenneth Copeland told me so
He's got his own T.V show yeah he must know
T.V offers more than just religious guidance
It can help you solve the problems of your love life too
Yes it can
It can blow your mind with 1800 numbers
You can speak to girls who know how to cure loneliness
Yes they can
I can't wait
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Yeah T.V loves an asshole
I know Telecafe showed me so
It's got it's own T.V show Yeah they must know
Hey Jesus loves an asshole
I know Kenneth Copeland told me so
He's got his own T.V show yeah he must know
You can even shop on late night television
You could buy a book and maybe even read it
Yes you can
I read one that told me T.V's quite addictive
I prefer to call it a two way interactive
Yes I do
And I should know
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Ride On
(Featuring Lil Wayne)
Written by T. Quaites, F. Crumb D. Carter
So u think it ain't right
the way I give mine
and what you describe
well let me tell u like this
when I didn't have nothing
there weren't nobody giving me nothing
so I had to make something happen
the only way i know how
was probably go down
¡®cos everybody was singin' and rappin'
I get my ride on
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ride on (ride on) with all of my niggas
so what u hear me say
right one, ¡®cos it's ¡®bout to get bigger
but I still gotto ride on
to get up on top
¡®cos he told me not to leave it a lot
that must keep lights on
I was reading in the paper yesterday
say they cleaning up the streets around my way
to many niggas on the corner
couldn't make no money if u wonna
and not one time riding through everyday
so I'm thinking like
things ¡®bout to get a whole lot better
black 64 with a truck full of chedder
picture my homies all born in the ghetto
with a packet off iceburg sweat
listen to me
when my mama stop working
I can stop this shit
but until that day u gotta deal with this
I told y'all I'm a stay real with this
still make a couple mil with this
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(Rap by Lil' Wayne)
On good times this stuff
is often meter
warn your people
Wayne is a walking heater
flames all over
the game s all over
I told y'all niggas
now your reigns all over
listen, don't play with me
that's ¡®cos I strap up quick
but holla tips
and glack clips
and my niggas they don't spray quickly
thats ¡®cos I kiss my ride on
it time to kill niggas ¡®cos the lights on
bandana tied on
plant em over ice
ten I brick the price
it's raw with no slice
I'm duckin' blue and whites
and yellow drive presser
guns off my dresser
set ¡®em on my leather
see I just told ¡®m to ride like that
so I'm a be like that
thats how I get come weaziwee like that
I'm from the streets like that
and on these streets I'm gonna die
the G-code is what we live by
for every buy
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